As everyone knows, the Tigers lost to St. Louis on Friday night in their first NCAA tournament game. It would have been more bearable if they had played "the Memphis way" and lost to a better team, but it was obvious right away that they were nervous and off their game. It broke my heart to see such a promising season end so badly. After the game I felt bereft and seriously didn't know what to do with myself. I mean, my next couple of weeks were planned around basketball - now what am I supposed to do? But by Saturday morning, I had mostly shaken off my emotional hangover. A friend told me she was proud of me for getting out of bed and making plans for the day. LOL.
I feel great affection and pride for the players as individuals, even though I've never met any of them, and it hurt me to see them go out like that. Happily, most of them will be back next year (including, I hope, Carmouche! He's my favorite, but sat out most of the season and is now trying to get a redshirt). Also, for those who don't know, most of the starters are native Memphians. My favorite part of the starting lineup at every home game is hearing "From Memphis, Tennessee" again and again. How many major college teams have that much hometown talent? It's something special.
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